Kat's POV
I watched as Uncle Jace looked through his liquor cabinet trying to decide on what poison was best for this conversation. We were all at a loss of where this was going. He finally pulled down a decanter of his top shelf scotch and grabbed two glasses before walking back to his seat and pouring a hefty amount in both glasses. My Father raised an eyebrow in question to him when he handed him his. Uncle Jace just said, "Trust me. You will be glad that you had it when this is all over." He leaned back and took a few large sips before he started to finally say, "Okay...first the easy topic. I think for now you're family and Laura need to be moved into the pack house. It will be harder to get to anyone here. I know that Joyce was the one who wanted you two to have your own space for y
